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The parents speak in fragments. The father, once a gardener, measures now in stories: how the cherry tree used to bloom in a crown of white, how the eldest ran ahead with a ribbon. The mother translates grief into inventory: “There are three pairs of geta,” she says, “two belong to daughters who left, one to a daughter who stayed.” In the evening they sit, side by side, and rehearse normality—tea poured from a chipped pot, the radio humming a program about local weather. Their gestures are small reassurances against erosion.